On a recent walk to the wadi, we came across a large herd of goats and their shepherd. We stood still and silent for a moment or two and listened. The noise the entire entourage made was really interesting. The goats had a low, rumbling nasal grunt. The sound of them eating was a crispsnap of the dry grass and a munch munch munch sound. The shepherd made a sound like,“ooooosh. wooooooosh. shhhh. shhhh” as he shooed them toward the wadi and away from us.
And this pic is of the triumph. On a hot summer afternoon I took the kids to al-Manara by myself. By. My. Self. We went to Izhiman for a chocolate (which served as our goal and our incentive) then we sat on a doorstep and enjoyed the spoils of our outing as throngs of people wooshed past us. We even went to another shop after and tried a little rice cake snack which we bought and enjoyed. I felt so accomplished! I did it all by myself! I went into the community, did something normal, and came out happy on the other side. Here are the bewildered and happy kids, “whoa. chocolate. and mama took us out to someplace new.” will wonders never cease?